#(i wasn't sure to put the bg3 tag there but I don't want wotr fans getting confused or annoyed!)

[spyridonya]

Attache

Fandom: Wrath of the Righteous/BG3

Major Characters: Knight Commander Kadira, Anevia, Daeran, Raphael

Pairings: Knight Commander/Daeran (if you squint), Knight Commander/Raphael (a tease)

Summary: Kadira doesn't have to deal with a certian diplomat, she has to deal with someone else all the more dangerous. AKA Spyri figured out how to get her favorite BG3 boy into WotR

This is the most self indulgent thing I've written in a while. No one can tell me Raphael wouldn't think Kadira is the best thing since sliced bread. No beta. Maybe during for AO3.

Word Count: 804

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"It's far too early for this, Anevia."

"And yet, there you were, Commander, up at the crack of dawn and going over battle statistics and inventory requests." The shorter woman said cheerfully, though Kadira knew the scout had an excellent poker face as they walked swiftly through the halls of Drezen’s citadel, "Visiting dignitaries from Nerosyan should be like swatting a fly."

"More like the giant variety- wait, there's more than one?" 

"Could be, you never know." The brunette chuckled as they brushed past soldiers and servants in the crowded hallway who were all a part of the continuing effort in cleaning the horrors of the catacombs the demons left below. "Though I can tell you that you were this close-" Anevia held up her fingers to barely a quarter inch, "This close to getting Lady Konomi."

"I'm too much of a Kenabras city girl and spent too much time in Absalom to know that name," Kadira said apologetically. Her lie of where she learned magic was easy to say now, as both she and Anevia trotted up the stairs to the command room. "Who is Lady Konomi?"

"The envoy being sent to Kenabras to try and charm the Prelate into playing nice. Aw, don't look so worried, Kadira. I heard about her, and Konomi probably deserves it. Just be your sweet, quiet self with this guy and use that wizard brain of yours. Also, try not to listen to the Count too much? You got this.” Anevia assured her as they reached the door, the brunette pulling it open for the tiefling. 

The room still smelled deeply of fragrant roses, the mid morning light catching the flowers closest to the balcony in a brilliant red while the ones lingering in the shadows were deeper maroon color than Kadira’s own skin. Her gaze crossed the conference table and her lips quirked at the three of her companions sitting there with an unfamiliar man. 

Sosiel was sitting politely next to Lann though his gaze was settled upon the stranger in a way that Kadira could not understand. Lann was being less polite than his seat neighbor, and leaned back on the chair while his dexterous fingers fletched a new arrow, likely tipped with cold steel. Count Arendae sat across from them animatedly talking to the stranger on his right, his green gaze rapt at the gentleman who was in the middle of the story. 

"And not only did our dear Lady Lalka send Madame Calleino packing by stealing her role," The dignitary spoke brightly, his voice deep and gave Kadira the sensation of brass and mahogany while she watched his long, elegant hands frame the air, "She somehow managed to upset a chorus girl had been warming up dear Maestro Kamiński's bed."

"You don't say," Daeran breathed, hand on his chin as he listened to the other man, his lips curved in an amused feline expression, "And with one false move, of the most beautiful women in Mendev has single handedly destroyed what meager season opera we have planned this winter in Nerosyan, all because she couldn't stand her rival? Well, I thought I dodged a bullet last fall, but I’m aghast to find out I could have been a part of such a remarkable scandal."

"If the demons don't ransack the Royal Mendevian Theater, surely Laka will!" The laughter that escaped the stranger was deep, mirthful, and he turned his head to see Kadira and smiled while he rose from his seat. He was an older human man, with a patrician handsomeness that paired well with his coppery warm skin. His eyes were large and dark, yet deep set, with sharp brows and even sharper cheekbones. His chestnut hair was brushed back and sleek from forehead over his skull, but she could see the curls at the nape of his neck. 

"And what do we have here? An angel draped in the gown of the Diaboli and yet she has the eyes the color of Heaven." The human offered his hand, "The Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade stands before me, most certainly."

"Good morning," Kadira said quietly and briefly glanced at Daeran for advice, expecting the scowl that was blooming to settle on her. Rather, the aasimar’s displeasure was settled on the dignitary.  "After all that flattery, you have me unawares, sir-?"

"I am Lord Diotallevi, Official Attache to Her Majesty, Queen Galfrey." The stranger's warm hand took her o(wn, "My credentials are being  given the most critical eye by the Paralictor and Commander Tirabade. However," His hand lifted his hers and he bowed his head, the kiss across her knuckles surprised her as the flutter beneath her chest, "Your reputation precedes you, Kadira Storadottir. You must call me Raphael. I insist."

And when he smiled up to her, Kadira found herself smiling back.